Broken Girl (sequel) (Under Revision)

9 hours later

   It's 11:30pm when we pull up into driveway. Jenny and I get out of the car with hands full of shopping bags. I open the door to the house and see the boys sitting on the couch with a bunch of chips bags all over the place, chips on the floor, beer cans stack like pyramids. I want to yell but Jenny is giggling behind me about the whole thing. I shrug, roll my eyes and stare at them.   

Trent claps "whoopee, the witches are back". That makes me laugh until I snort, I look at Trent as he frown. "Sorry, it's just this whole day has been one funny day, even the insults and comments are funny ". he roll his eyes and I start laughing harder, as I stumble to my room.

I put the clothes I bought in my closet and run downstairs putting the groceries in the fridge. I come out with some extra burgers and fries and ask who wants some. I get attack by 3 hungry big muscular ass men that practically rips the food out of my hands. they went after me so fast that I literally almost fell when Trent catches me. "Thanks troll". "You're welcome love". I smile, he makes fun of me a lot that to a lot of people it seems like we hate each other. In reality, it's just us, how we are with each other. all of us, we goof around a lot but genuinely care about each other. 

I straighten myself out and went to sit at the kitchen island with Jenny. "wild animals, that's who they are, that's who we're dating!" I say loud enough so they can hear too. I hear a few heys and oohs from the living room. I shake my head and face Jenny. "so you ready to graduate and join the rest of society in the 'adult world?'" I ask her. She groans and puts her head on the table. "honestly, I miss being a kid. everything was basically done for you" she reply. Jenny is trying to enter the fashion industry. she design clothes and she's very very very good at it. proper talented. My best prom dresses and evening outfits were made by her. however, taking classes about it has not been her favorite thing in the world. she says it stifles her creative genius. that's the one thing about her, she hates designing things that she is forced to do and have no creative input in...so for her that's most of her assignments and exams. Even though her clothes are doing amazingly well, she still has to go through the education process of fashion. I've explain to her that most fashion designer that made it big didn't even go or finish college and that she should not kill herself over it. But that's just Jenny, she thrives to do the impossible for everything and anything she wants to do. Even if it means going through hour long classes about the history of blue jeans, who made them, why and how they are doing in the market of this generation. She slowly lifts her head of the table and stares dead at me, "if winter break wasn't coming soon, I don't think I would have the motivation to study and pass midterms next week. If it wasn't for the relaxing vacation that I'M PROMISE!!!" she shouts in the direction of jimmy. a couple seconds later, we hear, "yea yea I know, it's gonna happen baby" coming from jimmy towards Jen. she smiles and breathes out dramatically. "How is psychology going for you this year" she asks. 

It is now my turn to groan and lay my head on the table. she smirks and giggles. "I honestly hate everything about school and the fact that I might have to go to grad school hasn't been making it easier" I mumble. I'm studying to be a youth therapist/counselor, my goal is to open my own office branch. right now I work under another psychologist as her consultant, meaning I sit in on some of her client meetings and give my input here and there, but I have no real say. don't get me wrong, I actually don't mind it, it's good practice but I want to do more than that. I want to be able to help as many young kids going through their own trauma and how to keep moving.  "it's such a process, I think that's what's bothering me, in order for me to open my own practice I need my Phd which means more schoooool" I annoyingly groan out. Jenny and I both let out a deep breath..."fuck" she mutters to me. "fuck" I mutter back.

A/N- this is a really short chapter just had a short daydream about this scene in my Calculus class and I thought it'd be cool to include it.